And she drew my face down and pressed her lips against mine to stop my words. Her lips were cold, but they hung upon mine. I too was perfectly cold, as of mortal chill. And the coldness was the final horror of the act which we performed, as though two dolls should parody the shame… Continue reading Robert Penn Warren
And in life, when your car breaks down, your kids get sick or you have to take a second job to pay your mortgage, you don’t get to go to a cry zone, you don’t get to pet a pony, you have to deal with it. — Iowa State Rep. Bobby Kaufmann (R) as to… Continue reading Bobby Kaufmann
Turn on, Tune in, Drop out. ― Timothy Leary, Flashback. (Tarcher March 17, 1997) Originally published 1983.
The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb – for we have no work to speak… Continue reading Thomas Carlyle
You are not alone. You are instead lonely. There is loneliness as can exist only in the midst of numbers and numbers of people who don’t know you, who don’t care about you, who won’t let you care about them. — James Simon Kunen, The Strawberry Statement: Notes of a College Revolutionary. (Wiley-Blackwell; 1 edition… Continue reading James Simon Kunen
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never… Continue reading Arundhati Roy
But you see, the measure of hell you’re able to endure is the measure of your love. ― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged. (Berkley; Reprint edition August 1, 1999) Originally published 1957.